>>6108974>>6108997>"If you're looking for a strong king that can keep Morfis safe then I'm your man. I've already killed a crew of pirates on the journey here and taken care of Lord Gideon after he jumped my party 3-to-1. If you're looking for a scholar, you'll want Elric over there. He's smart, but he’s no warrior." You shrug. If you're not the type of king that he wants, then you're not the type of king that he wants. You're not one for deception, intentional or accidental. Besides, you won't be at too much of a loss without him, and if he prefers Elric, the poor lad needs the protection. You might not like him that much, but the idea of some asshat like Gideon killing him doesn't sit right with you.Nestor contemplates your words thoughtfully, and for a second you believe to have won the man over to your cause. However, when he crosses over the bar and bows towards Elric, you realize that you have failed to sway him.
“Allow me to lend you my sword, Lord Elric. You both have made compelling cases, but I believe that you are the one that can truly lead Morfis in these troubled times, where cultists and Terrors run amok. I would be honored to serve by your side, valiant scholar.”
Elric’s eyes light up upon hearing Nestor’s words. “Thank you, good sir! With you by my side, victory is all but assured!” He claps his hands, before turning towards you smugly. “Don’t feel too bad, Lord Tristain. You gave it your best shot, but like I said, this competition is a battle of ideals more so than it is arms. Still, I would not turn away a dear friend. Perhaps you and your companions would like to join me as well? I would certainly love to have your axe-”
>“Go away, Elric.” You groan. Whatever. The swordsman looked tough, but it was no major loss. You’d just have to kill a few extra people to make up for his share.“My Lord Elric.” Nestor says. “If you would allow it, I have many close friends who also wish to fight for a brighter Morfis. They currently reside not too far from here, waiting for a champion worthy of serving. If you’d like, I can take you to them. Each one is as dedicated a man as I, and will certainly make for excellent traveling companions.”
“More friends?!” Elric says, eyes gleaming. “Yes of course! Take me to them at once!”
Something about that struck you as odd. You look towards Cuthbert to see if the bodyguard had also picked up on anything, but he still wore that blank, expressionless look on his face. Had he even been paying attention?
“Farewell, Lord Tristain.” Elric says, giving you a bow. “I should look forward to matching wits with you out there in Morfis. But, if you should choose to give up the chase and return to Rusalka, please give my best to Lady Lila.” With that, he, Cuthbert, and Nestor walk out of the shop.
